Some remains between here and then
At first, this body of work had no formal intention; they are intuitive responses to unexpected moments. If I were to describe them, I'd do it from an impressionistic perspective: they resemble a rhyme of mysterious riddles that, when put next to each other, make sense like an incomplete movie.
They are not about a specific place or time; they are ambiguous traces that highlight my intimate connection with the present moment. Who is there? Who was there? Who is making these images? Is it me? What part of me is attracted to them?
It is worth saying that I feel seduced by a specific light and with a color palette that resembles what I witness towards the end of the day. The smooth fade from orange to blue hypnotizes me, leaving me in a contemplative, meditative state of mind. Sometimes, it is playful; at other times, nostalgic.
I roam around, fascinated by the changes of my immediate surroundings, transitioning from mundanely real to intriguingly ambiguous. It enables me to experience the world photographically as if I could touch light. Some times if find myself taking photos without a camera, just nursing my inner background that somehow, later will be present within the images I make.
Of course I’m aware it’s just an illusion, but I’m addicted to get lost in that illusion as if I were chasing the feeling I had from songs, books, movies, poems, travels, friends and strangers; sunsets, breezes, smiles and tears that I’ve experienced all around. Perhaps all of that is what makes me, me.
Are these memories that endure across time because they are uphold by meaningful feelings? Who is the faceless presence that I almost find but can’t never unveil?